To Pay the Price
I sit and wish for silence bereft of any sound.
But echoes of saddening voices are resounding all around.
I hear people in the shadows that pass noisily in the night,
They make me wish for anonymity and be hidden out of sight.
Is loneliness so full of sadness that it’s so hard to recognise,
Or is the taste in the tears of sorrow that are waiting to be cried?
It feels as if pain waits in every doorway, every place I go?
Does it lurk on every corner? Does know what I know?
Will staying away from shadows make the evil go away?
Or can solitude be the answer if the price is not too high to pay?
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